Travelogue XXIV: VISMIN TOUR 4th LEG - Surigao Part I

The next series of travelogues that  I will be sharing with you consist of three weeks worth of vacation,  touring parts of Visayas and Mindanao two summers ago.  This was the time when both of us were able to scrimp the P40,000 we saved up for this adventure and learned the art of backpacking by experience. I’ve already posted the first, second, and third legs of our trip (Cebu , Dumaguete, and Bohol). Now, let’s check out Surigao Part I. Come, join us on our journey and explore the beauty of our country. Maybe next time, we can do a backpack tour of Asia and Europe as well. *crossing our fingers now*

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We met up with my Dad while waiting for our boat ride.
 

So from Alona, we took the same tricycle that brought us to Danao on our first day in Bohol and was then taking us back to the pier where we boarded the Supercat going to Cebu to first meet with my parents before boarding Superferry that will bring us to Surigao. Upon arrival, we were met by my uncle who brought us to the rest house my Lola Acion (who came all the way from London) built for her family. Obviously, she’s (and my aunts from UK) the one with the money in the family. We stayed with them for five days and boy… what a little (mis)adventure we had!
 

 I was feeling a bit excited when we first arrived on the land of my forefathers…

Could I pass for a haciendera or just a simple farm girl? What do you think???

Before I move on, let me tell you a thing or two about this land we have. It’s 26 hectares and it’s covered by a mother title — a title we couldn’t just divide unless we go through several court proceedings which will entail tons of money (which we don’t have, naturally). So, our grandparents had this deal that whoever has money to put up a rest house can choose to do so anywhere in this 26 hectares of plains, mountains and beaches. My Lola Acion,  being the one living in London and my aunts and uncles earning the pounds, they were the first ones to build a rest house there. The rest of our other relatiItives already live in the area in their small simple bungalows. It’s just those from Manila and outside the country who need to mark their territory lest we all want to suffer legal battles when our grandparents die. So there. I know, I know. It’s quite complicated and I sometimes get a headache thinking about it. If I were to decide, I really don’t want to have anything to do with it. I’m a simple girl who just wants to be happy and stress-free. Life is short and I don’t want to waste it on conflict resolutions, legal or otherwise. Sigh.
 

So,  all these are mine?  

Feeling pretty lucky now, huh? 

 
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Ksolo Addict

Thanks to my best friend Mer, I discovered Ksolo and like her, I’ve been singing my heart out this early dawn. Check out these songs I really liked  singing…

Every time I feel like I’m losing my sense of identity, my real self, Cyndi Lauper’s song TRUE COLORS  does it for me.

And like this last couple of days, when I think that I’m all alone in this conundrum of mine, Irene Cara’s OUT HERE ON MY OWN helps me thresh out these negative thoughts and feelings.

And my all-time favorite song, STAY, by Lisa Loeb, just makes me smile with the memories of my good ol’ high school days.

Try it out too! It’s fun!Online videoke! It’s a bit of a self therapy for me too. Woohoo!

Random Thoughts

These days, the Sexy Nomad is not quite her usual confident self. It’s not something emotional since she’s been feeling pretty happy and lucky about the other aspects of her life life — love, finances, friendships and family. But personally, she’s been having troubles which she cannot fully comprehend… matters of the psyche that she  would like to try to sort out by writing about it here, no matter how nonsensical it might seem. Maybe some of you out there who are much wiser  and mature can help her sort it out somehow. So here it goes …

Slowly, I’ve been losing trust in myself, my capabilities, my dreams, my talents, my aspirations… People around me are saying all these wonderful characteristics about myself. But I just can’t feel nor see these good things anymore. It’s probably brought about by the fact that I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. Most of the time, I don’t understand the technical details of the nature of my work. And more often than not, I want to get out of it, like my best friend Mer, who is brave enough to resign from her job and pursue her dream of teaching dancing lessons in Malaysia. The thing is, I don’t even know what I want to do anymore. I can’t even pinpoint where I am good at.

 
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